"PFFT!"
A dark gleam flashed, and below the thousand-foot cliff, a young man slowly fell. A bloom of blood spilled from between his brows, his eyes lifeless, dead with regrets.
On the other side, a tall man stepped out. He pointed, and a spark of fire descended, turning the body on the ground into human-shaped ashes, leaving nothing else behind.
He stood before the stone wall, carefully studying the Ancient Technique recorded on it, then wiped it with his hand. It turned into stone powder that rustled down, and everything ceased to exist.
"AH..."
In the distance, a more intense battle was unfolding. A group of people was locked in a life-and-death struggle. In the end, a mist of blood and a pile of corpses remained; only a few managed to charge into the Ancient Cave, while the rest all perished.
